Dust from centuries settles in my dreams, Whispering names I've never learned to say, The pull grows stronger than it's ever been, To walk the paths my bloodline walked away. Maps spread across my kitchen table, Tracing routes through time and space, Every border crossed, every fable, Led me to this moment of grace. Ancestral tides are calling me, Back to the source of everything, Where olive trees remember, The songs my people used to sing. I wonder if the stones will know my face, If something in the soil will recognize, The DNA that's traveled through this space, For three millennia of goodbyes. The compass in my chest points only one way, To a homeland I've inherited but never seen. Ancestral tides are calling me, Back to the source of everything, Where olive trees remember, The songs my people used to sing. Maybe I'm chasing ghosts, Maybe I'm finding home, Maybe they're the same thing... Ancestral tides are calling me, Back to the source of everything, Where olive trees remember, The songs my people used to sing. Three thousand years... I'm coming home.
